So I went to Gothenburg, for the Bookfair. I saw, I met, I discussed, I learnt, I ate frozen yoghurt. And I came back. End of story.
Not really. But I already blogged about it on my Swedish blog, and now I’m all out of words. So here’s some pictures.
A place I’d like to live. Or at least visit for an extended time. I think I could get some really good writing done in a small house on the water like that.
Way to many people in a room, even though it is a very large room.
Now that I’ve had a few days to catch my breath, I’m itching to go back. The fact that it’s a whole year until next time … it’s breaking my heart a bit.